Here is the dreamer. One who created and played with the pen and the keys of a world soon unmade. She remembers the wind, water, earth and flame. She loved even shadows but knew naught of hate. With a heart too soft and a strength unseen, she loved the world and she lived a dream.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Family Problems

117. One cannot avoid family issues when in a relationship. It cannot all be perfect since each person has many flaws, and like a diamond the rough must be polished to reveal the light and the beauty the person was meant to be. That is why it was a fatal error on my part to add fuel to an argument that we were having. I recall this one fight simply because we both shed tears. There was never more a time wherein I felt the regret of not choosing my words carefully, the insensitivity was like a knife to your heart. Where you sought comfort you only found more pain because of what I had said. Perhaps it was because I was not used to problems such as the one your parents had but that is only an excuse for my thoughtlessness. The perfectionist in me blurted out a hasty, stinging remark bout your father and of you. And you, defensive, figuratively slapped me with your own angry words. It was awful because we tried to keep our tempers in check but could not. I tried to take it back but I could not, just as you could not. The only thing you left me that day was a promise that you'll never become like him and do the things he did. You're your own person, and therefore entitled to the understanding of your loved one, that although you were of the same blood as your father, that didn't predispose you to the same misgivings as he. And no matter the cause, one should not belittle or insult family in any manner no matter how deserving the wrongdoing. It wasn't at all fair of me also to insinuate all those hateful things. It was uncharacteristic of me but the passion in me flared with emotions that I could not easily hide nor control. I am truly sorry for it. At times such as this when I am remembering, it still brings an awful reminder that I almost destroyed our relationship. But one cannot cry over spilled milk. One can only move on and hope for the best. And that is, better understanding, more patience and a heart full of kindness and love. You and I deserve nothing less.  

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